As promised, the second chapter.
Amanda sat staring at the vending machine. She regretted getting Olivia involved. Now she had to have an escort whenever she left the building. The new mother coddling was out of control.
A voice from behind broke her thoughts, "Hey, 'Manda can we really for a sec?"
"What's up, Carisi?"
"Why don't you tell me?" He spun around a chair and sat in a close proximity to his colleague.
"You're a good detective. Whatever you're thinkin', ya probably right," she figured he was referring to how she was mixed up in Declan business.
"I'm not talking about Declan... I put that together a while ago." That earned a nervous laugh from her but he continued. "You know Liv had me going through your phone records?"
He sprawled papers out in front of her. They were her phone records. He had painstakingly gone through three months, highlighting all relevant calls.
"Over the last two and half months, you received 30 calls from various numbers-lasting anywhere from 5 to 30 seconds. Look at those, Amanda, what number did you call after those calls that were made to you in evenings and at night?"
She stared at the papers, never meeting this eyes.
"You know whose number that is."
"Yeah, I do..."
He waited for her to collect her thoughts before speaking.
"You ran out of diapers or formula. Your thermometer was broke and you needed new one. Or the crib fell apart... I can't even think of all the reasons you called me to your apartment."
She threw her hands up, "Look, I'm sorry. I used you, Carisi. If I was by myself, it would have been another story. But I have a newborn and I didn't feel..."
"No, no, you're not understanding me," he placed hand on her forearm, "Whether you needed diapers, company, or protection. I wouldn't—I don't care. But I wish you would have been up front about what was going on."
"I didn't want all this. Look at what has happened. Liv has locked me away here and there has been no threats made to me!"
"She's being cautious."
"She wouldn't do it if it were you, Dodds, or Finn."
"...I don't know what you're sayin'. You're tellin' me you think that the lieutenant is sexist?"
"No. No. No. I've said it before, though. Ever since I had Jesse, people have been coddling me. Her especially."
"Look, I know it seems like that... But you two are in very different positions. You're a head strong detective and she's trying to adjust to being the boss."
"It feels like it's more than that..."
Olivia poked her head in the room, "Rollins, I need to speak with you in my office."
She was half way to her office before the detective could reply, "I'll be right there..."
Rollins stood to follow their boss but Carisi jumped in front of her.
"I wish you had told me what was going on."
She could read genuine hurt in his face. It stung. She hadn't even thought about telling him. It never crossed her mind. And she didn't think about how'd feel about being used.
"I'm sorry. It was...a good idea at the time sort of thing."
She gave him a small smile and continued on to Olivia's office.
Olivia sat at her desk, across from her detective, "So I know it seems like I'm going overboard having Finn go with you earlier... but I know something that I didn't let on."
"Declan. I've heard that he has hit some trouble... but I wasn't—well, I'm still not sure to what extent."
"What?! You're just now mentioning this!"
"It's just talk, Amanda."
"When did you hear about this?"
"Month or so ago... When was the last time you spoke to him?"
Amanda stood and begun to peace, "I don't know exactly... He called sometime while I was on maternity leave."
"Do you have a way of reaching him?"
"He gave me his phone number..."
"Does he know about what's going on?"
"Why would he? I just found out that he had anything to do with the phone calls and the number is for emergencies."
"Okay...would you please try to reach him?"
Sighing, she pulled out her phone and called the number that she hoped to never use. It rang numerous times. She felt as though it was about to go to voicemail when he pick up.
"Heellllo?" He was using his ridiculous Irish accent.
"It's me. Can you talk?"
Without missing a beat he replied, "Yea, yea. I can ye there in five."
Then the line went dead.
Rollins incredulously looked from the phone to Olivia, "He hung up ... I think he'll call me back, though, in a few."
"Take a seat. We can wait."
When he called back, his accent was gone, "Hey, what's going on?"
"You're on speaker with Olivia..."
"Okay, baby. What happened? Is Jesse alright?"
"Yes, she's fine... It's just that for the last month or two, I've been getting hang up phone calls, but today the guy said something and he asked about you."
There was no reply but you could still hear his breathing on the other end.
"Declan, it's Liv. Do you think this could be the PN-87?"
"I-I... Possibly. Look, there's a lot at play here. I will get there as soon as I can. Until then, please, Amanda you and Jesse need to get into protective custody until we know what's going on."
"Hold up, Declan!" Amanda couldn't believe this was happening, "Are you saying Jesse could be in danger?"
"I don't know. I don't know... I have to go. See you in a bit."
The line went dead.
Amanda, feeling defeated, looked up at her lieutenant, "My daughter has been in danger for the last two months. And I ignored it, thinking that would go away."
The squad gathered around the conference table.
"The numbers traced back to several burners," Carisi clicked a few buttons on the remote and Rollins' phone records popped up on the plasma screen. "He never, and I mean never, used the same phone twice. I'm looking into where you can buy 30 plus burners... Something like that should have raised flags."
"Good, until Declan gets here, there's not much more we can d-." Olivia said.
Amanda interrupted, "There is one more thing... Dust my place for prints. About a week and a half ago, my nanny got back home from the park with Jesse and Franny and found the door ajar."
"What?!" the group gasped in unison.
"Your apartment was broken into and you're just now tellin' us?!" Carisi exclaimed.
"Look. I didn't know it was a break in... My landlord was repairing stuff in the building that week and he said he wasn't sure whether he went into my apartment or not."
"And neither of ya could tell whether he'd fixed anything in your apartment?" Finn asked, incredulously.
"If he went in there to fix something, that doesn't mean he did. You have to know this guy... He can't find his ass on a good day. I just figured it was him because nothing was taken or disturbed."
"Fine. Dodds, get CSU over there..." Olivia looked in the distance for a moment before continuing, "And in that case, if this is our guy and they know where you live, I want the building canvassed. Maybe someone has seen somebody around that don't belong."
They all stood and began to gather their things.
Olivia followed Rollins to her desk, "Amanda, you and Jesse are not going to be able to stay there..."
That statement hit the detective like a ton of bricks.
What was she supposed to do? She has a six-month old and nowhere to go. No family to stay with.
"I'm sorry... I would offer that you could stay with me but with Noah..."
"No, no, I know. He'd be put in danger, too..."
"We'll put you up in a hotel..."
Rollins then trailed Olivia into her office.
"Nothin', boss. I just don't know... How am I supposed to take care of Jesse on a hotel room. I'd almost rather just stay in The Crib!"
"I know... I can't imagine taking care of Noah without a kitchen or a clean bathroom. But I and the squad will do anything to help you."
Carisi stepped in, "Hey, am I interrupting?"
"No," Amanda replied, flipping her bangs out of her face.
"Well, I couldn't help but overhear... If you guys needs a place to stay, you can stay with me." He threw is hands out in a big gesture, "Before you say no, let me say that I already have a baby crib from my niece and you can have my room—I can take the couch."
Amanda was stammered, she couldn't believe he just suggested that in front of their boss, "I don't know..."
"Hey, Carisi!" Finn yelled from the squad room.
He began to leave, "It's option, okay? Just think about it."
Rollins turned to their boss, trying to read her reaction.
"So as your C.O., I really shouldn't say this...but if you're comfortable with that, it sounds like a good idea to me."
"As a mother, I could not blame you for wanting a home to take care of your child in."
Thank you everyone for reading!
If you feel so obliged, please, review. I love constructive criticism.
Also, I don't know when the next chapter will be posted. I just finished this chapter and I go back to school tomorrow. So...I really can't promise it won't be eight weeks. Regardless, I will finish this story—there's much left to be told.